This morning the scale once again said 50.8.
Perhaps those of you who said I'll never lose the weight are feeling good in your skin.
There's nothing more motivating than announcing your diet on the internet. But Thursday night I only got 3 hours of sleep (partly because I was starving, partly because The Lorax just woudn't sleep). I've never know sleep deprivation like I've experienced the last few weeks (now that I'm starting formal Danish lessons and work) and it is hard to lose weight while sleep-deprived. At least that's been my experience. (Happily I slept a solid 9 hours last night!)
Plus it takes a long time to recover from a road marathon. I still can't run with any sort of speed. I have developed a strange quadriceps tendinitis over my left knee. It didn't show up until a week after the race.
Well, I'm just rambling now.
Enjoy the weekend!
Running song of the day: Furr by Blitzen Trapper